Short Story
Neospective
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By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Brisqué
It was a very bad the idea to have a meeting with her after class, but there was still the janitorial staff in the college, and they were sure to pass by the room soon. He looked at the clock over the door and wondered if this would take long. His worst student wanted to talk to him after class; his worst student who also happened to be the one that the guys went all dumb and drooled over.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Bjërks
“Not a fan. No. I first heard her when she was in the Sugarcubes, and I thought that it was kind of cute, but her voice just put me off. Not a fan. I mean there were some fun songs from them at the time. I liked ‘Birthday’ and ‘Delicious Demon’, and there was that last one I heard before I they broke up. I was in school and my boyfriend loved it when we danced at a club to it. And then she went solo. Not a fan… And then she started doing all that dance music. My boyfriend brought home ‘Debut’ and I did not think it was her until I heard that ‘Venus as a Boy’ thing and…he said that he wanted to see other people. And then she put out that video of her dancing in the street. So fake. Not a fan at all. Yeah, I know she had that swan dress and that people thought she was really cool and edgy, but I was just bored. And no, I ain’t going to the show she’s got at that gallery. Still not a fan…
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Glistenade Days
I awoke before dawn, as was my habit. Rising slowly, I shuffled to the window and drew back the curtains. The world outside was dark and still. Stars twinkled faintly in the night sky. A sliver of moon cast a pale glow over the silent street below.
By Anne Pedersen3 years ago in Fiction
Glümp
Sarah sat on her grandmother's porch, the scent of her freshly baked apple pie filling the air. The late afternoon sun painted a warm, golden hue across the landscape, and the gentle breeze whispered through the trees. As she sipped her tea, her mind wandered back to the countless summer afternoons spent in this very spot.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
Every Day Another One
On the first day of October, Brooke did what she did on any other day for the past month, and walked to school. Brooke, now nineteen years old, dropped out of high school at only sixteen. She regretted this detrimental decision on the daily. Since September, Brooke had been enrolled in classes in an outreach school for students just like her who were trying to work towards their GED. With dreams of maybe going to college one day, Brooke pursued her education in this alternative school in a way that she had never pursued any education since the first few years of elementary school. Back then, her parents were still together and she still lived in a nice house. It had a basement and a yard, and she even had her own bedroom. When her parents split, all of that was taken away.
By Gillian Corsiatto3 years ago in Fiction
